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“True. Discretion is a Shinobi’s ally.” And with that, the Hokage allowed the essentials of his fingers to slither behind the back of his head as they navigated through the hindrance of silk scarlet. Reaching onto the knot that held his beloved Hitai-Ate judiciously against his forehead, his hands worked skillfully in efforts to untie the knot. With little effort implicated, the dark navy cloth dropped, allowing the engraved steel to follow suit and soon rested serenely in the palm of his right hand. This small utensil held such denotation, and would easily give one’s derivation away with the slightest glimpse and recognition of the spiraled field and triangular extension from the lower side.

Reaching over his body and tucking the hand band into the confines of his navy blue kosode, Ryūsuke made sure he’d fasten his attire appropriately so the item of meaning wouldn’t fall upon entering a haste action. Tōketsu was one of meticulousness and seemed to know how to cover ground well; this would be incentive for working with the older Shinobi in the near future. However for now, their mission was apparent and the task at hand held priority over contemplation of events that hadn’t come to pass. The search and destroy-esque operation was of the most significance with the possibility of finally put an end to the spree of crime that plagued the lands, and with one leader of the wolve’s killed, its pack would surely scuttle or follow in suit.

However, the next question that exited his partner’s frame was one that came with a perplexed expression of cerebral reflection as the Uchiha searched for an answer. “Why did I become Hokage?” That was the question, yet allowing it to enter into the world once more gave him time to properly formulate an answer. “Well… I wanted to help my village and Shinobi, that’s all I can say.” His statement was concise, though held such a profound meaning that Tōketsu should have been able to intercept easily. “I want a world without violence, and though it’s most likely ignorant to assume such a world could exist, it doesn’t mean I can’t put as much effort into making my dream a reality for those who want the same.”

It seemed the two’s opinions of one other completely diverged with the fantasy of reality. Whereas the Kazekage assumed the man she was standing with dissolved with age and egoism, her mind’s illustration was some ways off. In retrospect, the imperial, haughty and equally devout ruler who decided when the sun rise and the moon to descend wasn’t who stood to his right. She was cut from a different breed, and held a relaxed atmosphere that resembled the Uchiha’s own. It was frightening when you looked from an abstract corner of the psyche while attempting to merge realism with imagination. Odd what the mind sometimes conceived to fill a void of ignorance.

In truth, her joviality filled the essence of content that normally depleted itself when in the presence of an equal or superior. “Thank you, Yōka-san. I’m fairly new to my position so needless to say… I have little experience in dealings with others of such a stature.” He exclaimed with a smile, easily catching on to the connotation of the woman and showed he would respect her wishes. It was revitalizing, knowing someone other than himself who held such an imperative vocation could be as normal as anyone around them. Never too serious, and seldom ignorant, Ryūsuke held an inimitable balance that would guide him a long way on his journey on the road of life. Nonetheless, he had much to learn, and even more to experience.

It wasn’t until the conclusion of her last statement that the young man allowed a soft laughter to escape his lips and expelled into the world. Yōka was beautiful, kind and casual; a comedic was something the Uchiha didn’t expect. “Hahaha, I can only imagine.--- I know the perfect place to relax cosset into conversation.” With that, he would soon guide the pink-haired nobility through the complex, though equally beautiful maze of avenues and districts of the Hidden Leaf. The sights of working citizens were only surpassed by the jollity of the village’s youth enjoying the company of another in games designed after the Shinobi that protected its tranquility. Several moments seemed like nothing more than a fraction of its actual duration as the two found themselves in front of a rather casual looking diner. Though small in its overall design, the architecture was beauteous as plants of numerous species and coloration hung from the partition above the door and the grass was neatly cut expressing true care for the décor itself.

“Ah! Ryūsuke ma boy!” Exploding through the front door, a man who appeared to rest in his mid-forty’s rocketed onto the public eye. Garbed in a traditional chef’s garb and a thin, though elegantly curled beard to compliment, the man bowed. “No need to be so formal Futtota.” Ryūsuke smiled derisorily as he looked on, attempting to hide the blush. The Hokage was never one who was in the light, and with the new exposure of popularity, it was overwhelming at times. “So you’re going to stand here, and not introduce the best cook in Konohagakure to this lovely young lady?” A bow would ensue, showing his respect for one who he didn’t know as Kazekage, but simply a woman.

“She’s a very special guest to the Hidden Leaf--- Lady—Yōka.” He announced, halting his progression into the ceremonial blunder the Kazekage once noted he should allow to fade. “Ah, well welcome to Konohagakure. You have the best tour guide in the village you know. hahaha!” At the expense of Ryūsuke own bearing, the older man chuckled, and soon turned, opening the door for the two. “Usual place?” He inquired, which was only responded to with a nod from the Hokage himself. From this point, the Uchiha would lead the way. As the two entered, they would walk pass a series of tables—carved from fine wood as citizens of all races, beliefs and opinions sat in content; bonded by the food that transcended petty differences itself.

The scarlet-haired would wave as he passed by, navigating through the moderately crowded diner and soon reaching a series of stairs. “Ladies first,” a gentleman by nature, he’d allow his guest to pass, which would soon lead the two upwards a spiral well until a door obstructed them. A turn of the knob allowed the white-painted door to open outwards and soon, on the roof—surrounded by nature’s beauty of plants, small trees and the bouquet of roses themselves an amazing view of the Hidden Leaf itself topped the ornamentation. The “House table” was set on the roof of the construction, a modest 10 meters elevated into the heavens with a finely crafted table which occupied two as evident by the number of chairs. The sweet aroma of nature nurturing the senses as Ryūsuke sighed contently.

Walking out a modest five meters, his senses captured all, even to his rear as he motioned towards the table. Upon hitting the right side, he spun on his heel and faced the chair. With his hands, he pulled it out gradually and looked towards Yōka. “Here you go.” He called out with a smile awaited her to take her seat and thus would be properly pushed back in. He’d take his own seat from there and as such looked across the table. “He’ll be here later and take our orders. However we have tea for now.” He exclaimed, pulling two saucers and dexterously poured both with the contents of a mocha-esque essence—sweet in smell as he handed one to Yōka.

“So may I ask? What brought you here?”